Time knew he would never be able to understand all the new-fangled sayings and things that the youth said nowadays; especially given how much time he spent around the other Links without picking up a single term.
It came with being older in age (and era), he knew that. He could easily accept it because there was no shame.
He just can't help but wonder how you managed to keep up with the younger members. You were so close in age, and yet you had a much easier time understanding them.
(Were you his? From what he understood, you came from similar times.)
(He prays you are.)
Four and Sky, despite being “older,” even knew what words the younger generations used in their day-to-day lives.
“You're troubled.”
Time allows his eyes to wander from the conversing group that settled around the fire to his side. He was more than out of the way from the others, resting his aching back against a tree.
“What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head, letting his gaze move elsewhere so as to not let his hesitance show. “I’m fine. Your eyes deceive you.”
“My eyes deceive me?” Rather than offense, your voice mocked his own in amusement. “I’d be a fool to not see you sulk in this corner by your lonesome. I’ll ask again;” you hum, taking his hand into yours. “What troubles you?”
Time makes a vague gesture to the gossiping group, the tales of Wild’s experiences days after he woke up from his century-long sleep transitioning into Wind’s carefully spun stories of the seas to impress his older brothers.
“Their language is lost on me.”
“Lost on you?”
“Aye,” Time groans.
The laugh that bubbles out from your throat; Time has known (his) you long enough to know which ones you're able to hold back and which ones you can't.
He knows this is one of those laughs you can't stifle.
Time’s lungs clear at the sound. Whatever smoke and fog that previously cluttered them instantly dissipates into the air he breathed, the (not so) subtle of his brows undoing itself the few seconds it went on.
“They're not having an easy time either, you know,” you say.
The comment makes Time huff, his spine curling under the heavy weight of his armor when his muscles relax. “I know.” The leather and metal of his gauntlets creak around his fingers uncomfortably when he cracks his knuckles. “I know,” he reiterates.
“It’s always aye with you. Yes sir, no boy— you’re so formal.” Despite the discomfort of it, you lean onto his arm. “The only ones not intimidated by it are Twilight and Hyrule. Relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
Time ignores the way you stare down at the armor he wore.
The phantom warmth he felt emanating from your body leaves when you stand. He wants to reach out and bring you back beside him, but he doesn't believe he should be selfish when he looked so rigid and was seated so close to the others.
The desire grows when you stretch an arm behind his head and cup your hand around the back of his head, fingers scratching his scalp. His body feels akin to an open flame with you pull him forward and press a kiss to his forehead.
“Take your armor off and join us. Tell us that story of your ex-fiancée, yeah?”
Time is ashamed of how quickly he sheds his metal outer-casing, but he does as told like a dog receiving a bone.
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❛ you can imagine the kind of stress that i’m under. ❜ - for Henry Miller
The man pauses, hands going still after switching off the soldering iron. A slow, measured breath in and out before turning to look at the speaker.
"Stress? You believe you are under stress?" Tendons and veins stand out on his hands and his mouth twists with derision. "You have so little to worry about, to do before we open the diner. I gave you exactly enough responsibility so that you could prove you could be my full partner in this. To prove I can trust you not to mess around and go crying to others that my methods are too harsh."
A more dramatic sigh, hands relaxing, and he leans in to his work to judge the solder line.
"Perhaps you just don't believe in our family, or our goals. Don't you want to make other families happy too? Help others have a good life, like you've gotten to have?"
Henry points the on-again soldering iron at William. "You wanted to earn more freedom. Well. Do the tasks I assigned you, and once we open, carry out our plan, and you will!" A smile, and the iron is turned back to the circuit board. Perhaps with a little more force than necessary.
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i know it's almost been a year, but...
he was fucking 23. barely.
june's going to be really difficult.
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wallahi all this messi to barça only ever comes out when barça have a scandal or when messi's got smth big coming up (bayern rn), they're actually trying to fuck him over lol. and everytime it's "he's at psg, i can't speak more", he hasn't renewed at psg so you can actually and you already have just by saying that shit??? just sounds like "nothing happened so i have nothing to say" lol. mf apparently meet with his father and agent in a meeting that "went well" but can't do more than "glance" at him at the best awards be serious. and now coolers are coming for gaston again like he doesn't have direct access to messi and his team who said no meeting happened. there's so little information and absolutely none from a trustworthy source, it's a choice at this point to believe a lying politicial and a drunk twitch streamer 😭😭
in a way i think it's funny, but also sick, that laporta is bringing up messi like this, in this specific context, on the same day he got elected as the president of barça for the second time by using messi's name
"i still feel sad about it." you are a liar. you are a politician. you are a lawyer. you are a snake. messi had offers from clubs leagues above pee es gee lined up but he was told the barça renewal was a done deal so he rejected them all, and look where he got pushed to: same place luis and him were warning neymar against not too many years ago
i hate hate hate the coolers in the comments who are either so desperate to have messi back that they're ignoring all the facts, or are slandering messi bc hurr durr he's going to hurt our rebuild. barça twt is actually cancer, i simply have no words
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Recently, a big part of the MCYT community has passed away. Technoblade sadly had passed, it's horrible, especially because he has helped so many. One of those people were me. Without him and many other DSMP creators, maybe i wouldn't be here.
I've purchased lots of Techno merchandise whenever I was able to. One of those were his famous plushies. I decided to take a little photo of it and turn it into something.
Legends Never Die, his legacy will live on.
Rest In Potatoes, Technoblade.
♥️
Here is the image I took with added text (using my window light):
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My favorite show just got cancelled. Legit my fucking comfort show dude I’m gonna cry. Fuck the CW. Why did they cancel Legends of Tomorrow in a cliffhanger, but renew fucking Riverdale for another season. This past week or so has been so fucking immensely stressful with college stuff and studying for AP testing which is happening next week. This is just the fucking cherry on top. I’m literally going to go cry now. Fml. I was having such a good day until now.
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Oh god.
I thought it was a joke at first.
I'm crying. Genuinely crying. Fuck. God.
I can't form words.
Go watch it.
But the basics is... Techno died.
The great legend is dead.
Technoblade died.
And for the first three minutes, I legitimately thought Techno was going to pop out and say: GET PRANKED NERD
But he's gone.
Shit.
o7 Technoblade, you'll be remembered. Thank you for entertaining us and staying the best until the end.
God.
I- I'm still in denial.
I'll come back and edit when I've accepted.
Everyone, just get off your device for a moment after watching the video.
Rest in peace Techno, your legend stays with your loyal fans.
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